Poetry Slam

As the Rotaract Club of Matopos we are a club with members who are gifted in different ways, one of those gifts found in our membership is the gift of poetry, here are few poems from our very own Luckmore Sibanda aka iTonga,

BREATHE,

Breathe in the fresh breath of dawn and let the birds sing u up to a new day

Open your eyes to the clear blue sky and leave your blues to the dark of the night

Arise with the sun and claim the crown for kings carry their light in the eyes of day

Let every step you take dictate the heartbeat of the world

Let even the word that falls of your mouth be the soundtrack the earth spins to

Dance and pursue your dreams for in every sway of trees lie freedom form stagnation

Cry tears of joy and let the rain wash away your sorrows

Let your heart beat in sync with nature because you are the core element

Made from fragments of stone, mother earth will  not deny you dominion

But she will hand you gold, stone and dust

And the diamonds studs that crown u king, queen

Harness the bellowing sound of the dying cow

Fashion drums from its skin, and summon ur next of kin

Sing praise to umvelinqangi and dance to life

And From every fire that you build to dry drum skins

Arise from the ashes there of to claim the sky

The phoenix is a snake that reincarnates from its backbone

A butterfly that takes on from a caterpillar

A chicken that survives an egg

Calm your spirit, let it flow quiet like an underground stream

When all rivers are dry, they shall acknowledge your existence

Keep Hope, faith, trust and live yet another day

iTonga

Ode to Malume

Malume, the ascent we made to mountain peaks energised our chakras

All the lessons about gods and the one above us

From fetus, the words you said to mom made a sage in boy's vessel

How do i forget all that? I cherish that!!!

Kingmaker, your spirit lives in Bantu and Black Tie, they are torching my way up

Holding my hands from both sides, and opening my third eye

Its like a mental gym that makes my brain out grow my skull

But its all good, i felt the gentle breeze of the mistral

Back down, head up, i stargaze and see your eyes, you watching over us

We don't simply die you always said, but we merge with cosmos and become one heart

I refuse to remember you for the gunslinger you were, a man has to live

Sometimes for a strong soul to survive weaker souls have to be sacrificed

It wasn't robbing uncle, it was affirmative repossession

From those that sent township economies on a recession,

I hope the world gets that, and judge from a script unbiased

No one judged the Israelites when the killed and robbed Canaanites of  their land and treasures

All these legacies, need to be known, but your obituary cant take all that,

Your wisdom cannot be told on tombstones above your head,

We will put your body on a canoe and let it float down the Zambezi river, then light it up

To let your spirit, flame up and go light up the sky with other stars

This is the memory of you i'd rather have that your brains splattered on vinyl tiles...

iTonga